This story is a sequel to My Cats Turned Into Princess Ponies

Four cats. I distinctly remember being the proud owner of four cats. I wanted an explanation about what was in the cardboard boxes that turned them into brightly colored horse creatures. Unfortunately, all I got was a longer string of confusion.

In their blissful ignorance, Puddie, Luau, Katydid, and Tifa released more magic that altered the very world around us. As a precaution to them potentially throwing a tantrum, I left for about twenty minutes to try and find them some bags of food.

Can I get my crazy cat lady life back, please?
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Credit for cover goes to Jeatz-Axl.
Story contains some instant transformations.
(I'm surprised people wanted a sequel.)

Cats are the most adorable creatures to watch when they play. My cats are the best. Puddie, Katydid, Luau, and Tifa... I love them all. No, I am not a crazy cat lady. You are the crazy cat lady!

So I was asked to sort a few things for my nephews, including some boxes with questionable labels. Thinking nothing of it, I slid some of the empty ones into the living room. Tifa crawled into one of the boxes, and it quickly escalated from there.

Sorry, let me start from the beginning.
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Perhaps I'm not taking a very serious approach because I actually prefer dogs more often than not. But I digress. Cover image put together by Awalex.

Some pony wakes up in a realm where they're the only thing able to talk. Prompts appear in bold text to tell them what to do. It appears helpful enough, but what is the benefactor's true motive? In a world where time is dependent on the player moving, what is real?
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Would this count as a crackfic even if I wasn't on drugs while writing this?
Superhot is property of SUPERHOT Team and Piotr Iwanicki.
Rated "Teen" for gun violence and pixelated bodies.
"Other" tag is for more characters that will appear than the maximum five main character limitation.
One-shot.

Can't a guy just dress up as a named Pokemon Trainer and go through a convention on his own uninterrupted business? Pfft! Of course not. Something weird always happens at a con. For example, there's a guy who accidentally bumps into another cosplayer and wakes up in another world while in the form of the very Pokemon that is his portrayed character's partner.
...
Something about that last part doesn't sound quite right.
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This fic may be borrowing from ideas that were implanted by exploring the internet a lot. Any relation to actual persons that happen to share certain names and personalities are completely coincidental and unintentional. There will most likely be violence. Some spoilers from Season 7 are imminent. All properties belong to their respective owners.
(Cover art by wormadam19.)

The last thing Tempest Shadow AKA Fizzlepop Berrytwist remembers is casting a fireworks display at a Canterlot celebration. In a slightly dark place, a floating orb with a distorted voice commands her to wake up. A light shines upon a nearby metal table. On top of that, her old Storm King army outfit and several tools of her evil trade are spread out.

"Put on your uniform, and exit the cell."
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(Cover art by PitterPaint)

Rarity has a huge new order to fulfill for her Canterlot friend Fancy Pants. But the clock is quickly ticking the hours away, and her materials are running much too low. But when she takes the time to observe her friends' fur, she discovers that maybe her fabrics aren't as scarce as she thought.

"Pfft! BAH ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Hee hee hee hee! Is this a snuff film?"

"Woo doggy. This here script is near impossible in some places."

"Tell me about it. I can't believe how many words they throw into this one line. Why would I ever say such long-winded mouthfuls?"

"Plus, we turn our heads around all the time. How would you go about 'snapping' my neck?"

"Oh well. Might as well have fun with this."
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Rated "Teen" for hints toward very bloody messes.
Inspired by an acquaintance who suggested that it calms him down, having an actor-verse for these characters to talk about after the horror scenes of some fanfics are done.

Ex-Queen Chrysalis has escaped beyond the badlands. The traitor and that wretched student of Twilight Sparkle ruined her second take-over scheme of Equestria. But she's not one to back down when her temper is high.

She has gathered her few remaining loyal subjects who refused to release love like those foolish freaks of nature. This time, she is sure that she will finally get her vengeance on the so-called hero of Equestria: Starlight Gli-

What was that noise?
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August 16, 2018: I know it isn't quite Halloween yet. I just figured this would give some readers plenty of time to come to terms that I attempted to write a horror-focused story. It's probably too gentle compared to the actual stuff.

Chrysalis rules over the changelings, molding them into her scheme from their birth. Sure, one invasion of Canterlot didn't go exactly as planned. But she could always try again later. All she had to do was get home and formulate new strategies of attack.

Wake up, Subject Q-C-17. Wake up and smell the dust.
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Remember that wave of fics a while back asking stuff like "Would it matter if X was a changeling?" Let's go for the other extreme! Properties in this little one-shot belong to their respective owners (including the art from Einik).

Spike the Dragon was curiously absent while the rest of his close pony friends were completely overrun by fans, haters, and critics of The Friendship Journal. Surely, some pony had to have commented on his written experiences, right?

Yes.

And that's the problem.
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This is a fan's interpretation of an event that takes place shortly after the episode "Fame and Misfortune" (allegedly written by M.A. Larson, though he's on record saying that he doesn't like it).
One-shot.

One thousand, twenty years ago, Princess Luna died. The creature that stole her body and warped her magic banished Celestia into the moon. After many years of endless night, the population of ponies dwindled. By twenty years ago, everything outside of the Castle in the Everfree Forest was run down by the wilds.

Under Nightmare Moon's reign, all would exalt her or suffer the consequences. Despite this one rule, a candle of rebellion still glowed in the heart of one remaining pony. She dared to extend her love to a lost changeling, and they had a child. They barely managed to find refuge elsewhere, yet the rebellious hope would not die.

In this future, a stallion-to-be looks at the last standing statue of Nightmare Moon and remembers what has been.
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Decided to wait and submit this after it was worked to completion.